she weaves her way through the crowd, screams and sounds of panic filling her ears. this was supposed to be daisy’s weekend off, two days for herself, forty-eight hours that she could relax. universe, however, seems determined not to let her rest. her feet carry her further and further into the mass of people before she breaks through. smoke fills her lungs, the air thick and hot. through the sounds of breaking glass and metal grinding against metal she hears it: a whimper.
dark eyes scan the area, landing on a small girl, crouched with her hands pressed against her ears. the inhuman moves quickly, crouching beside the girl. ‘ hey -- ’ she can only get the one word out before there is another deafening blast. flames lick through the air and she doesn’t think, wrapping an arm around the child, her body a shield as her other arm stretches out, pulse radiating from her fingertips.
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